Friday, 27 February 2009

Cutting edge of depression

Some people shop when they are down in the dumps; some, I hear, can't stop gorging on calorie-rich goodies. I do things to my hair that I normally wouldn't dream of.

After more than a week of feeling out of sorts and snapping at Ditu and Abhi (but never at the maid), I just had to do something to feel better: so I went out and got a short haircut; I wanted a short-short one but my hairstylist refused on account of may hair's propensity to turn African bush on me. And I also got some reddish-brown highlights... forgot to check out the shade name in the Szchwarzkopf (did I get that right?) shade card or else I could have flaunted names like chestnut brown or golden blonde. Let's just say it looks something like plum mixed with walnut and a pinch of crimson... name it what you will.

Do I look good? Yes, say my gal pals; but after all, they are my friends and i am trying to come out of a depression... so do I believe them? Well, I want to...

I am happy seeing myself in the mirror, though; so that's something. Waiting for Abhi to get back from work: I've already warned my neighbours to ignore loud noises from our flat tonight in case he thinks I look like something the cat dragged home.

Whatever. I feel better; and if it takes some fighting to prove it to hubby dear, bring on the boxing gloves.

2 comments:

Check out what a 'haircut' means in depressing times. http://www.nytimes.com/2009/01/11/magazine/11wwln-safire-t.html?ref=magazineAnd Abhi would mind your haircut if only the mane was as invigorating as Samson's. Sam

Friday, 27 February 2009

Cutting edge of depression

Some people shop when they are down in the dumps; some, I hear, can't stop gorging on calorie-rich goodies. I do things to my hair that I normally wouldn't dream of.

After more than a week of feeling out of sorts and snapping at Ditu and Abhi (but never at the maid), I just had to do something to feel better: so I went out and got a short haircut; I wanted a short-short one but my hairstylist refused on account of may hair's propensity to turn African bush on me. And I also got some reddish-brown highlights... forgot to check out the shade name in the Szchwarzkopf (did I get that right?) shade card or else I could have flaunted names like chestnut brown or golden blonde. Let's just say it looks something like plum mixed with walnut and a pinch of crimson... name it what you will.

Do I look good? Yes, say my gal pals; but after all, they are my friends and i am trying to come out of a depression... so do I believe them? Well, I want to...

I am happy seeing myself in the mirror, though; so that's something. Waiting for Abhi to get back from work: I've already warned my neighbours to ignore loud noises from our flat tonight in case he thinks I look like something the cat dragged home.

Whatever. I feel better; and if it takes some fighting to prove it to hubby dear, bring on the boxing gloves.

2 comments:

Check out what a 'haircut' means in depressing times. http://www.nytimes.com/2009/01/11/magazine/11wwln-safire-t.html?ref=magazineAnd Abhi would mind your haircut if only the mane was as invigorating as Samson's. Sam